Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-08-12
"A Dissertation on Diversions.

And the white rose weops, she is lute;
The larkspur listens-I hear, hear;
And the lily whispers, I wait
Given perfect summer; given the fresh
scent OF roses and murmuring breezes
t1osting; given our own time and a purse
well lined, and we may consider the season
o perfect symbol of a happy world.
Yet some people, apparently possessing
all these ingredients, can not make their
cake, and seem to have hard time realiz-
ing good time. They seem never to have
| learned as fact in experience what exists
| IN theory, that summer vacations are in
| tended as times of recreation. On the
| other hand, they do as much Worrying.
planning and real hard labor in ATTEMPTING
| to have IT creation as is necessary to &C.
compEsh most stupendous business un-
deltaling
Butthen summer holiday is moment
Gus happening, and there never was any,
| thing of moment accomplished in this
world without work.
De0otion is feminine characteristic,
and every capable woman is devoted heart
and soul to some object or other, and tbs ;;
makes up her life. Some are devoted to-
charity. They coax and beg, they wish
ans tune, and deny themselves Injuries
in its name. Others rise early and go to,
bed late in their fanatical devotion to
womns rights and wrongs. A few wom-
en- devote themselves to their children and
poodles, or kill themselves trying to live in;
perfectly kept house.
But for concentrated persistency and I'M
wearTtul enthusiasm commend me to the
woman on the hunt for pleasure. She is
not content with any half service. She
surrendels herself completely to its con-
temptation end consummation.
She will beard the lion vii holds the
purse mil he consents to allow her to
half lill hersalf getting ready for the
iaunt. while he meekly disgorges in very
elf-defense.
She will labor with the dress maker and
the sewing machine, months, in order that
she nay b properly dressed for her few
week. Of pleasure.
And when she is started she has no time
for c1ani Or to ask il life is worth living.
She will climb miles in tight shoes to
gaze upon grand and impressive scenery.
She VIII blink hsr eyes and go picnicking
III delicious state of mind, with The
thermometer at nnety-seven degrees, al
tended by swarm of satellites of lies.
lmlers, and mosquito S.
She will array herself in sheen muslins
and never think of the hot, Sitting Lours
spent over the ironing table in their prepa-
ration.
She will Toll back in her shaded car
riage and enjoy the air caused by tho
motion, and never think of the horses trot.
ting in the hot sunshine, in heavy harness
without q parasol.
How in the world is she to ston md
think Of such things. 1t is good thine
she does not. What would become of The
world if she did? We would all become
hermits, Puritans, and there would be no
pleasure left in the world.
May the spirit of self sacrifice still en-.
thrall her and encourage her to keep the
wheel moving.
II with it all she could manage in lit.
tie more retirement, and on these summer
trips live in something resembling semi
seclusion, we would forgive her freely.
Privacy may be out of fashion, but many
people do still enjoy it.
The light of her gorgeousness need not
be hidden under bushel; just let her cover
up half bushel of it. Confdentially, la
dies, it viii add to your eclut.
This is naturally good-natured and
generous sphere. It exults in all your
freaks and frolics in society, but it is ant
to grow ill-tempered when you push upon
it your private affairs.